Sir Ares, Goodnight

When Jenson drove the Rolls-Royce toward the highway exit, he saw the traffic police inspecting the vehicles. Jenson calmly joined the line of cars at the back. Baby Zetty, on the other hand, was beyond anxious. 'You're not 18 yet, Brother. That's considered illegal driving."

Jenson raised his driver's license and Baby Zetty's eyes widened in shock. Written clearly on the driver's license was 'Jenson Ares, 18 years old'.

This was clearly a fake driver's license!

Baby Zetty was still worried. "Who would believe that you're 18 years old?"

Jenson said, "We'll see about that."

At this time, the traffic police walked over and tapped on Jenson's car window.

"Driver's license, please."

Jenson handed him the driver's license, and the traffic police darted Jenson a glance before sweeping his gaze over the car's interior. Finding no abnormalities, he then waved to dismiss Jenson.

Go.

Baby Zetty was stumped.

The Rolls-Royce pulled into the highway steadily.

had yet to recover from the

sighed. "It must be your icy face, Brother. It makes you look older than you really are. That's why you manage to convince others

retorted, "Is it not because of my height? I'm sure that's the reason why it gives others the illusion

left

was one of Baby Zetty's most

Jens were clearly triplets, but Jens was now five feet six

glanced at the depressed-looking Baby Zetty from the rear-view

only thing that can't compare

hard that she crashed into the

Jenson's words were harsh, they

was nothing compared to

she was

said again, "Therefore, an ordinary person like you just

weakly, "No one will think you're

someone else, I won't even bother pointing it

beaten me down?"

that how it should

Baby Zetty whimpered.

a ladder while standing in front of